Sunday, December 21, 2014

With bleary eyes the lamb, they bleat;
A thousand stars perform,
The dance to night beat.
Always the same form,
Of moon wax and moon wane,
No need for panic or sweat.
Night enters, night leaves again.
Yet, there's one to come, to pay the debt;
To help mankind to redeeming grace.

Then, one star burns the inky sky bright;
To snag the thoughts of shepherds face.
There's rejoicing on high this night.
God-son redeeming born;
His choice a maiden blessed to bear him.
They gift the child so low-born,
And talk in whispers at the manger dim;
Three wise men in adoration,
To this the anointed son.
-- gillena cox

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

They lowered their knees
To laud the lord
These kings
Such wise men
The magi three

Baby Jesus smiled
His mother blushed
Hushed there in a manger
He knew
The start of a new day had dawned

Animals friend his lot
dared to be silent
Observing the dear sweet child
Laid in the hay

Joseph a father
what could be farther from the thoughts
Of a simple carpenter
Than to be this man chosen by God
--gillena cox

written for the challenge at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - today, we're playing with homophones; a word that is pronounced the same as another word but differs in meaning, and may differ in spelling. The words may be spelled the same, such as rose (flower) and rose (past tense of "rise"), or differently, such as carat, caret, and carrot, or to, two, and too.

read also 'We Lowed'
I knew not, where from they came
but from the mouths of all
The story was the same
Nazareth in Gallilee,
To Bethlehem, this town in Judaea;
They traveled...read the rest here

Friday, December 5, 2014

After many years of battle conquests
Arthur swings by on his trusted steed
That place renowned, to which many attest
Another sword drats!!!
.........then remain thee a planted seed
For today, for a kiss a maiden awaits
To be! surely she shouldst be so fine
How, Oh how will she swoon, the Lady Cate
For today she shouldst be mine all mine
When my sonnets written i doth surrender
To fan her heart of sweet summer's ardour
--gillena cox

written for the challenge at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Fireblossom Friday: Mash-Up

... a well-known character or actual person, put in a situation that no one has ever thought of putting them in before, like Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter!

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

whose hands are these? withered by years of painstaking measuring
these are the hands, like the hands adding minutes, adding seconds
those digits of time seared to finite moments of universal chiming
these are the hands of messy clay creating light of sea beacons

whose hands are these? withered by years of painstaking measuring
they are hands, invisible, resting on laurels of dancing marionettes
those digits of time seared to finite moments of universal chiming
these are the hands of nudging,tweerking, manipulating and disconnect
--gillena cox

read also 'Dandelion'
In a chiaroscuro of shapes your hand,
Pledging a bouquet so winsome and,
Bursting with this gift desire of miles,
Of weightless flights to carve smiles,
On the moon or hearts aflame with...read the rest here